At the moment Ye Fan stood up, he saw a dazzling whiteness, with several sacred ladies right before him, leaving him no room to evade.
Li Heishui, nearly seething with envy, gave him a tug and muttered a curse under his breath, "Be careful not to let your beastly blood boil!"
Ye Fan finished reciting Daoist and Buddhist invocations in his heart. What a transgression, what a transgression, he repeatedly thought. The sacred ladies from the Wanchu Sacred Land and the Dayan Sacred Land were standing too close, and he had no way to avoid them.
"Why is Little Brother Gu Feng blushing while selecting stones?" An Miaoyi chuckled lightly.
She was regarded as one of the most beautiful women, with some even calling her the greatest beauty in the Eastern Wastelands. Every smile and gesture was irresistibly enchanting, her beauty unparalleled.
She appeared ethereal and untouchable by mortals. Yet for Ye Fan, it was another scene entirely; he found it hard to bear.
